the Night Watch

the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
¡¡¡¡ "Richard--I let Mr. Fawley hold my hand a long while. I don't know whether you think it wrong?" ¡¡¡¡ He, waking apparently from thoughts of far different mould, said vaguely, "Oh, did you? What did you do that for?" ¡¡¡¡ "I don't know. He wanted to, and I let him." ¡¡¡¡ "I hope it pleased him. I should think it was hardly a novelty." ¡¡¡¡ They lapsed into silence. Had this been a case in the court of an omniscient judge, he might have entered on his notes the curious fact that Sue had placed the minor for the major indiscretion, and had not said a word about the kiss. ¡¡¡¡ After tea that evening Phillotson sat balancing the school registers. She remained in an unusually silent, tense, and restless condition, and at last, saying she was tired, went to bed early. When Phillotson arrived upstairs, weary with the drudgery of the attendance-numbers, it was a quarter to twelve o'clock. Entering their chamber, which by day commanded a view of some thirty or forty miles over the Vale of Blackmoor, and even into Outer Wessex, he went to the window, and, pressing his face against the pane, gazed with hard-breathing fixity into the mysterious darkness which now covered the far-reaching scene. He was musing, "I think," he said at last, without turning his head, "that I must get the committee to change the school-stationer. All the copybooks are sent wrong this time."